We Are Scientists
It was the kind of bar where nobody nice goes on the kind of street where nobody nice lives, which is probably what made it so cheap, which is definitely what made We Are Scientists take meetings there. Not that Murray & Cain were cheap, but they could do math just fine. If they were sticking a quarter into a video game machine, they'd just as soon the thrills last for more than thirty seconds. Same with buying a lady dinner. Of course it had been a long time since video games or dinner with a lady cost a quarter, and anyway they weren't looking for video games or ladies, except in the deep-down quiet way that men always are. They were looking for a producer.
Murray & Cain, they're the guys who started We Are Scientists 13 years ago. Fresh out of college and bored by their day jobs, they figured rehearsing a rock & roll band would eat up the long slow evenings. Only it backfired, because the band panned out. Now nothing eats up their long slow days, except proving that a busted clock is wrong nearly all the time, and if you watch a pot long enough, eventually it boils.
They ordered two whiskies, no ice, filled to spilling. Those were for Cain. Murray took a squid-looking thing made of plastic tubes from his briefcase and handed five of the six tentacles to the bartender, who attached them to the five closest taps. Murray stuck the free end into his mouth and nodded, and the bartender opened the taps. That's when Chris Coady stepped out of the gloom.
They'd met Coady six years prior. At the time he was a hotshot engineer who'd made his bona fides giving The Yeah Yeah Yeah's and TV on the Radio their signature sound. Now he was one of the best mixers in the game, and had a producer's résumé that reminded you of a perfect hundred dollar bill. It looked so good it had to be fake. Only Coady was for real — Beach House, Wavves, and The Smith Westerns could testify to that.
"Tequila, ice," he said, reading aloud every word on the itty bitty drink menu in his head. "Beer fucks with my sinuses."
They talked. Songs, gear, bands, plus dirty, slanderous gossip. Lots of agreement, with enough "you're fucking crazy"s to keep things interesting. It started to sound like this was the crew for the job. Two months later, they were drinking the same thing, but they were doing it in one of New York City's best small studios, the kind that doesn't come cheap, but gives you a lot more than you paid for. By the end of the year they'd made a record that knew how to throw a punch, but was no slouch in the bedroom, either. A record that gave you the big, wide-angle view, then brought you in for a closer look. It was a We Are Scientists record, and it was a Chris Coady record, and everybody who'd listened to it was having a real hard time staying calm.
A little calm was required, though. It had been a couple years since the band were part of the major label world, with its conveyor belt efficiency — putting out the record would take time. So while the suits set to work finding the right label partner, the band did one of the the only nine or ten things they do really, really well: they recorded some more music. Just a little more music.
A couple of days in their pal Tim Wheeler's studio with his wunderkind partner Claudius Mittendorfer, and five more songs were ready to go — chopped, locked, exported to lossless AAC. But what to do with them? Like greed pooling in the chest of a recently elected politician, it didn't take long for a plan to form.
We Are Scientists released "Something About You/Let Me Win," a double-A-side, in July. "Business Casual," an EP featuring two tracks from 2014's untitled album, is out October 15th on Dine Alone Records (North America), 100% (UK/Europe), and through Caroline Records elsewhere.
PAWS
"Their vibrant melodic verses give off a bubbly, positive vibe, but dig a bit deeper and occasionally the lyrics unexpectedly turn darker. Stories of self-alienation, paranoia and insecurities are slipped in between the rhythmic, fast-paced energy of the Misfits." - MTV
"Sore-throated, sabre-toothed glory." - SPIN Magazine
"A brutal burst of pure emotion that takes no prisoners as its ruthless, lyrical content once again becomes a symbolic unifier. Fuck death. Love PAWS." - NME
"I guess this is growing up." - Pitchfork (7.1/10)
"Classic Indie Rock and Roll." - Zane Lowe, BBC Radio 1
"Sweet, rousing punk" - The Guardian
"A raucous, cantankerous punk mélange" - Artrocker Magazine (5/5)
"This is agonisingly painful music, poured straight from the heart - just as punk should be." - BBC
PAWS are Phillip, Josh and Ryan.
The band formed in the ashes of a briefly (but passionately) lived "Violent Femme-esque", Glasgow based band called "A Copenhagen Hope". After the departure of one of it's founding members (Nick Anderson) the remaining three friends (Phillip Taylor, Josh Swinney and Matthew Scott) formed PAWS.
After their first show in 2010 opening for Dum Dum Girls in Glasgow on a sold out bill, the band began to establish a strong presence in Glasgow and the surrounding areas by playing almost weekly at times. The trio self recorded and released the majority of their early writings on a small bedroom run cassette tape label that Phillip had started called Cath Records. As well as those releases, the band released their debut 7" vinyl in 2011 on Edinburgh Based indie label Gerry Loves Records. In the beggining of 2012 PAWS signed with Brighton/Brooklyn based FatCat Records. Their first release for the label was their "Misled Youth EP" in May of that year. In October their debut full length album "Cokefloat!" was released. The LP was recorded by ex Test Icicle, Rory Attwell on the boat/studio "Lightship95" docked in London's Trinity Buoy Wharf.
A relentless touring schedule throughout their first three years has seen PAWS tour the UK, Europe, USA and gather a strong and loyal fan base wherever they go. The band have toured with Japandroids, Bleached, We Are Scientists, The Cribs and have also previously been invited to open shows for The Breeders, Fucked Up, Mates Of State, No Age, Wavves, Ty Segall and many others. Spin Magazine placed the band in at number four on their "Top 50 Best Acts at SXSW Festival 2013"
In spring 2013 Matthew departed from the band to pursue other interests and Ryan Drever (No Island/Garden Of Elks) was added to complete the PAWS puzzle.
2014 will see the release of their sophomore album for FatCat Records which will be recorded in New York.
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It was the kind of bar where nobody nice goes on the kind of street where nobody nice lives, which is probably what made it so cheap, which is definitely what made We Are Scientists take meetings there. Not that Murray & Cain were cheap, but they could do math just fine. If they were sticking a quarter into a video game machine, they'd just as soon the thrills last for more than thirty seconds. Same with buying a lady dinner. Of course it had been a long time since video games or dinner with a lady cost a quarter, and anyway they weren't looking for video games or ladies, except in the deep-down quiet way that men always are. They were looking for a producer.
Murray & Cain, they're the guys who started We Are Scientists 13 years ago. Fresh out of college and bored by their day jobs, they figured rehearsing a rock & roll band would eat up the long slow evenings. Only it backfired, because the band panned out. Now nothing eats up their long slow days, except proving that a busted clock is wrong nearly all the time, and if you watch a pot long enough, eventually it boils.
They ordered two whiskies, no ice, filled to spilling. Those were for Cain. Murray took a squid-looking thing made of plastic tubes from his briefcase and handed five of the six tentacles to the bartender, who attached them to the five closest taps. Murray stuck the free end into his mouth and nodded, and the bartender opened the taps. That's when Chris Coady stepped out of the gloom.
They'd met Coady six years prior. At the time he was a hotshot engineer who'd made his bona fides giving The Yeah Yeah Yeah's and TV on the Radio their signature sound. Now he was one of the best mixers in the game, and had a producer's résumé that reminded you of a perfect hundred dollar bill. It looked so good it had to be fake. Only Coady was for real — Beach House, Wavves, and The Smith Westerns could testify to that.
"Tequila, ice," he said, reading aloud every word on the itty bitty drink menu in his head. "Beer fucks with my sinuses."
They talked. Songs, gear, bands, plus dirty, slanderous gossip. Lots of agreement, with enough "you're fucking crazy"s to keep things interesting. It started to sound like this was the crew for the job. Two months later, they were drinking the same thing, but they were doing it in one of New York City's best small studios, the kind that doesn't come cheap, but gives you a lot more than you paid for. By the end of the year they'd made a record that knew how to throw a punch, but was no slouch in the bedroom, either. A record that gave you the big, wide-angle view, then brought you in for a closer look. It was a We Are Scientists record, and it was a Chris Coady record, and everybody who'd listened to it was having a real hard time staying calm.
A little calm was required, though. It had been a couple years since the band were part of the major label world, with its conveyor belt efficiency — putting out the record would take time. So while the suits set to work finding the right label partner, the band did one of the the only nine or ten things they do really, really well: they recorded some more music. Just a little more music.
A couple of days in their pal Tim Wheeler's studio with his wunderkind partner Claudius Mittendorfer, and five more songs were ready to go — chopped, locked, exported to lossless AAC. But what to do with them? Like greed pooling in the chest of a recently elected politician, it didn't take long for a plan to form.
We Are Scientists released "Something About You/Let Me Win," a double-A-side, in July. "Business Casual," an EP featuring two tracks from 2014's untitled album, is out October 15th on Dine Alone Records (North America), 100% (UK/Europe), and through Caroline Records elsewhere.
PAWS
"Their vibrant melodic verses give off a bubbly, positive vibe, but dig a bit deeper and occasionally the lyrics unexpectedly turn darker. Stories of self-alienation, paranoia and insecurities are slipped in between the rhythmic, fast-paced energy of the Misfits." - MTV
"Sore-throated, sabre-toothed glory." - SPIN Magazine
"A brutal burst of pure emotion that takes no prisoners as its ruthless, lyrical content once again becomes a symbolic unifier. Fuck death. Love PAWS." - NME
"I guess this is growing up." - Pitchfork (7.1/10)
"Classic Indie Rock and Roll." - Zane Lowe, BBC Radio 1
"Sweet, rousing punk" - The Guardian
"A raucous, cantankerous punk mélange" - Artrocker Magazine (5/5)
"This is agonisingly painful music, poured straight from the heart - just as punk should be." - BBC
PAWS are Phillip, Josh and Ryan.
The band formed in the ashes of a briefly (but passionately) lived "Violent Femme-esque", Glasgow based band called "A Copenhagen Hope". After the departure of one of it's founding members (Nick Anderson) the remaining three friends (Phillip Taylor, Josh Swinney and Matthew Scott) formed PAWS.
After their first show in 2010 opening for Dum Dum Girls in Glasgow on a sold out bill, the band began to establish a strong presence in Glasgow and the surrounding areas by playing almost weekly at times. The trio self recorded and released the majority of their early writings on a small bedroom run cassette tape label that Phillip had started called Cath Records. As well as those releases, the band released their debut 7" vinyl in 2011 on Edinburgh Based indie label Gerry Loves Records. In the beggining of 2012 PAWS signed with Brighton/Brooklyn based FatCat Records. Their first release for the label was their "Misled Youth EP" in May of that year. In October their debut full length album "Cokefloat!" was released. The LP was recorded by ex Test Icicle, Rory Attwell on the boat/studio "Lightship95" docked in London's Trinity Buoy Wharf.
A relentless touring schedule throughout their first three years has seen PAWS tour the UK, Europe, USA and gather a strong and loyal fan base wherever they go. The band have toured with Japandroids, Bleached, We Are Scientists, The Cribs and have also previously been invited to open shows for The Breeders, Fucked Up, Mates Of State, No Age, Wavves, Ty Segall and many others. Spin Magazine placed the band in at number four on their "Top 50 Best Acts at SXSW Festival 2013"
In spring 2013 Matthew departed from the band to pursue other interests and Ryan Drever (No Island/Garden Of Elks) was added to complete the PAWS puzzle.
2014 will see the release of their sophomore album for FatCat Records which will be recorded in New York.
We Are Scientists
It was the kind of bar where nobody nice goes on the kind of street where nobody nice lives, which is probably what made it so cheap, which is definitely what made We Are Scientists take meetings there. Not that Murray & Cain were cheap, but they could do math just fine. If they were sticking a quarter into a video game machine, they'd just as soon the thrills last for more than thirty seconds. Same with buying a lady dinner. Of course it had been a long time since video games or dinner with a lady cost a quarter, and anyway they weren't looking for video games or ladies, except in the deep-down quiet way that men always are. They were looking for a producer.
Murray & Cain, they're the guys who started We Are Scientists 13 years ago. Fresh out of college and bored by their day jobs, they figured rehearsing a rock & roll band would eat up the long slow evenings. Only it backfired, because the band panned out. Now nothing eats up their long slow days, except proving that a busted clock is wrong nearly all the time, and if you watch a pot long enough, eventually it boils.
They ordered two whiskies, no ice, filled to spilling. Those were for Cain. Murray took a squid-looking thing made of plastic tubes from his briefcase and handed five of the six tentacles to the bartender, who attached them to the five closest taps. Murray stuck the free end into his mouth and nodded, and the bartender opened the taps. That's when Chris Coady stepped out of the gloom.
They'd met Coady six years prior. At the time he was a hotshot engineer who'd made his bona fides giving The Yeah Yeah Yeah's and TV on the Radio their signature sound. Now he was one of the best mixers in the game, and had a producer's résumé that reminded you of a perfect hundred dollar bill. It looked so good it had to be fake. Only Coady was for real — Beach House, Wavves, and The Smith Westerns could testify to that.
"Tequila, ice," he said, reading aloud every word on the itty bitty drink menu in his head. "Beer fucks with my sinuses."
They talked. Songs, gear, bands, plus dirty, slanderous gossip. Lots of agreement, with enough "you're fucking crazy"s to keep things interesting. It started to sound like this was the crew for the job. Two months later, they were drinking the same thing, but they were doing it in one of New York City's best small studios, the kind that doesn't come cheap, but gives you a lot more than you paid for. By the end of the year they'd made a record that knew how to throw a punch, but was no slouch in the bedroom, either. A record that gave you the big, wide-angle view, then brought you in for a closer look. It was a We Are Scientists record, and it was a Chris Coady record, and everybody who'd listened to it was having a real hard time staying calm.
A little calm was required, though. It had been a couple years since the band were part of the major label world, with its conveyor belt efficiency — putting out the record would take time. So while the suits set to work finding the right label partner, the band did one of the the only nine or ten things they do really, really well: they recorded some more music. Just a little more music.
A couple of days in their pal Tim Wheeler's studio with his wunderkind partner Claudius Mittendorfer, and five more songs were ready to go — chopped, locked, exported to lossless AAC. But what to do with them? Like greed pooling in the chest of a recently elected politician, it didn't take long for a plan to form.
We Are Scientists released "Something About You/Let Me Win," a double-A-side, in July. "Business Casual," an EP featuring two tracks from 2014's untitled album, is out October 15th on Dine Alone Records (North America), 100% (UK/Europe), and through Caroline Records elsewhere.
PAWS
"Their vibrant melodic verses give off a bubbly, positive vibe, but dig a bit deeper and occasionally the lyrics unexpectedly turn darker. Stories of self-alienation, paranoia and insecurities are slipped in between the rhythmic, fast-paced energy of the Misfits." - MTV
"Sore-throated, sabre-toothed glory." - SPIN Magazine
"A brutal burst of pure emotion that takes no prisoners as its ruthless, lyrical content once again becomes a symbolic unifier. Fuck death. Love PAWS." - NME
"I guess this is growing up." - Pitchfork (7.1/10)
"Classic Indie Rock and Roll." - Zane Lowe, BBC Radio 1
"Sweet, rousing punk" - The Guardian
"A raucous, cantankerous punk mélange" - Artrocker Magazine (5/5)
"This is agonisingly painful music, poured straight from the heart - just as punk should be." - BBC
PAWS are Phillip, Josh and Ryan.
The band formed in the ashes of a briefly (but passionately) lived "Violent Femme-esque", Glasgow based band called "A Copenhagen Hope". After the departure of one of it's founding members (Nick Anderson) the remaining three friends (Phillip Taylor, Josh Swinney and Matthew Scott) formed PAWS.
After their first show in 2010 opening for Dum Dum Girls in Glasgow on a sold out bill, the band began to establish a strong presence in Glasgow and the surrounding areas by playing almost weekly at times. The trio self recorded and released the majority of their early writings on a small bedroom run cassette tape label that Phillip had started called Cath Records. As well as those releases, the band released their debut 7" vinyl in 2011 on Edinburgh Based indie label Gerry Loves Records. In the beggining of 2012 PAWS signed with Brighton/Brooklyn based FatCat Records. Their first release for the label was their "Misled Youth EP" in May of that year. In October their debut full length album "Cokefloat!" was released. The LP was recorded by ex Test Icicle, Rory Attwell on the boat/studio "Lightship95" docked in London's Trinity Buoy Wharf.
A relentless touring schedule throughout their first three years has seen PAWS tour the UK, Europe, USA and gather a strong and loyal fan base wherever they go. The band have toured with Japandroids, Bleached, We Are Scientists, The Cribs and have also previously been invited to open shows for The Breeders, Fucked Up, Mates Of State, No Age, Wavves, Ty Segall and many others. Spin Magazine placed the band in at number four on their "Top 50 Best Acts at SXSW Festival 2013"
In spring 2013 Matthew departed from the band to pursue other interests and Ryan Drever (No Island/Garden Of Elks) was added to complete the PAWS puzzle.
2014 will see the release of their sophomore album for FatCat Records which will be recorded in New York.
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It was the kind of bar where nobody nice goes on the kind of street where nobody nice lives, which is probably what made it so cheap, which is definitely what made We Are Scientists take meetings there. Not that Murray & Cain were cheap, but they could do math just fine. If they were sticking a quarter into a video game machine, they'd just as soon the thrills last for more than thirty seconds. Same with buying a lady dinner. Of course it had been a long time since video games or dinner with a lady cost a quarter, and anyway they weren't looking for video games or ladies, except in the deep-down quiet way that men always are. They were looking for a producer.
Murray & Cain, they're the guys who started We Are Scientists 13 years ago. Fresh out of college and bored by their day jobs, they figured rehearsing a rock & roll band would eat up the long slow evenings. Only it backfired, because the band panned out. Now nothing eats up their long slow days, except proving that a busted clock is wrong nearly all the time, and if you watch a pot long enough, eventually it boils.
They ordered two whiskies, no ice, filled to spilling. Those were for Cain. Murray took a squid-looking thing made of plastic tubes from his briefcase and handed five of the six tentacles to the bartender, who attached them to the five closest taps. Murray stuck the free end into his mouth and nodded, and the bartender opened the taps. That's when Chris Coady stepped out of the gloom.
They'd met Coady six years prior. At the time he was a hotshot engineer who'd made his bona fides giving The Yeah Yeah Yeah's and TV on the Radio their signature sound. Now he was one of the best mixers in the game, and had a producer's résumé that reminded you of a perfect hundred dollar bill. It looked so good it had to be fake. Only Coady was for real — Beach House, Wavves, and The Smith Westerns could testify to that.
"Tequila, ice," he said, reading aloud every word on the itty bitty drink menu in his head. "Beer fucks with my sinuses."
They talked. Songs, gear, bands, plus dirty, slanderous gossip. Lots of agreement, with enough "you're fucking crazy"s to keep things interesting. It started to sound like this was the crew for the job. Two months later, they were drinking the same thing, but they were doing it in one of New York City's best small studios, the kind that doesn't come cheap, but gives you a lot more than you paid for. By the end of the year they'd made a record that knew how to throw a punch, but was no slouch in the bedroom, either. A record that gave you the big, wide-angle view, then brought you in for a closer look. It was a We Are Scientists record, and it was a Chris Coady record, and everybody who'd listened to it was having a real hard time staying calm.
A little calm was required, though. It had been a couple years since the band were part of the major label world, with its conveyor belt efficiency — putting out the record would take time. So while the suits set to work finding the right label partner, the band did one of the the only nine or ten things they do really, really well: they recorded some more music. Just a little more music.
A couple of days in their pal Tim Wheeler's studio with his wunderkind partner Claudius Mittendorfer, and five more songs were ready to go — chopped, locked, exported to lossless AAC. But what to do with them? Like greed pooling in the chest of a recently elected politician, it didn't take long for a plan to form.
We Are Scientists released "Something About You/Let Me Win," a double-A-side, in July. "Business Casual," an EP featuring two tracks from 2014's untitled album, is out October 15th on Dine Alone Records (North America), 100% (UK/Europe), and through Caroline Records elsewhere.
PAWS
"Their vibrant melodic verses give off a bubbly, positive vibe, but dig a bit deeper and occasionally the lyrics unexpectedly turn darker. Stories of self-alienation, paranoia and insecurities are slipped in between the rhythmic, fast-paced energy of the Misfits." - MTV
"Sore-throated, sabre-toothed glory." - SPIN Magazine
"A brutal burst of pure emotion that takes no prisoners as its ruthless, lyrical content once again becomes a symbolic unifier. Fuck death. Love PAWS." - NME
"I guess this is growing up." - Pitchfork (7.1/10)
"Classic Indie Rock and Roll." - Zane Lowe, BBC Radio 1
"Sweet, rousing punk" - The Guardian
"A raucous, cantankerous punk mélange" - Artrocker Magazine (5/5)
"This is agonisingly painful music, poured straight from the heart - just as punk should be." - BBC
PAWS are Phillip, Josh and Ryan.
The band formed in the ashes of a briefly (but passionately) lived "Violent Femme-esque", Glasgow based band called "A Copenhagen Hope". After the departure of one of it's founding members (Nick Anderson) the remaining three friends (Phillip Taylor, Josh Swinney and Matthew Scott) formed PAWS.
After their first show in 2010 opening for Dum Dum Girls in Glasgow on a sold out bill, the band began to establish a strong presence in Glasgow and the surrounding areas by playing almost weekly at times. The trio self recorded and released the majority of their early writings on a small bedroom run cassette tape label that Phillip had started called Cath Records. As well as those releases, the band released their debut 7" vinyl in 2011 on Edinburgh Based indie label Gerry Loves Records. In the beggining of 2012 PAWS signed with Brighton/Brooklyn based FatCat Records. Their first release for the label was their "Misled Youth EP" in May of that year. In October their debut full length album "Cokefloat!" was released. The LP was recorded by ex Test Icicle, Rory Attwell on the boat/studio "Lightship95" docked in London's Trinity Buoy Wharf.
A relentless touring schedule throughout their first three years has seen PAWS tour the UK, Europe, USA and gather a strong and loyal fan base wherever they go. The band have toured with Japandroids, Bleached, We Are Scientists, The Cribs and have also previously been invited to open shows for The Breeders, Fucked Up, Mates Of State, No Age, Wavves, Ty Segall and many others. Spin Magazine placed the band in at number four on their "Top 50 Best Acts at SXSW Festival 2013"
In spring 2013 Matthew departed from the band to pursue other interests and Ryan Drever (No Island/Garden Of Elks) was added to complete the PAWS puzzle.
2014 will see the release of their sophomore album for FatCat Records which will be recorded in New York.
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